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Where would you go?
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Romeo
Well-known member
I hope that I will stay exactly where I am, where my pals are, 500m from where my family have kept their boats for over 100 years, however.......
If I was run out of town and had to retire elsewhere, I would love to go to the Island in Webcraft's photo. All the advantages of an Island with fewer of the drawbacks, not so far from more services, and a simply fatastic expanse of sheltered water with some interesting tidal challenges to keep me amused.
If I was run out of town and had to retire elsewhere, I would love to go to the Island in Webcraft's photo. All the advantages of an Island with fewer of the drawbacks, not so far from more services, and a simply fatastic expanse of sheltered water with some interesting tidal challenges to keep me amused.
Searush
New member
Like Cwmrogwyllt, I'd be happy in Caernarfon, I might even tae up the challenge of learning Cymraeg. But the family is in the Midlands & SWMBO thinks we are needed there. 
Vern
New member
SW1.
Don't see why the criteria says no Cities - it's daft.
Don't see why the criteria says no Cities - it's daft.
sighmoon
Active member
To the boat, of course. Has the advantage that the house stays where it is, in an area you know well, near family and friends established over many years.
Failing that, Tenby. Beautiful scenery. Wonderful sailign nearby. The Welsh NHS is unbelievably good - the waiting room is where the doctos wait for patients to see them rather than the other way round, and prescriptions are free.
Or the big rock candy mountain:
On a summer day in the month of May a burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane through the sugar cane, he was looking for his liking.
As he roamed along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day, and he won't need any money
Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains
There's a lake of gin we can both jump in, and the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day, and the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops and there ain't no cops, and the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks and you never throw rocks,
And your hair is never parted
Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run, to the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son, "Why don't you come to the big rock candy mountains?"
So the very next day they hiked away, the mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide, on the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said "Boys, I'm not turning."
"I'm heading for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains;"
"So come with me, we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains."
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright,
The handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarete trees,
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your socks
And little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
And you can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin,
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks,
I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I'll see you all this comin' fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains!
Failing that, Tenby. Beautiful scenery. Wonderful sailign nearby. The Welsh NHS is unbelievably good - the waiting room is where the doctos wait for patients to see them rather than the other way round, and prescriptions are free.
Or the big rock candy mountain:
On a summer day in the month of May a burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane through the sugar cane, he was looking for his liking.
As he roamed along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day, and he won't need any money
Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains
There's a lake of gin we can both jump in, and the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day, and the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops and there ain't no cops, and the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks and you never throw rocks,
And your hair is never parted
Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run, to the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son, "Why don't you come to the big rock candy mountains?"
So the very next day they hiked away, the mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide, on the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said "Boys, I'm not turning."
"I'm heading for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains;"
"So come with me, we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains."
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright,
The handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarete trees,
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your socks
And little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
And you can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin,
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks,
I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I'll see you all this comin' fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains!
nimbusgb
Active member
Why the UK?
aquaplane
Active member
I wouldn't relocate my house.
My friends and family are here and services too.
A boat comfortable to live on for the sailing season could then be where I want to sail. The traveling, which is a pain for a working person, isn't a problem if the boating trips are longer, much longer or open ended.
It does get harder to attend to the increasing medical problems out of season as you get older but that's life. All the more reason to make the best of it while you are fit enough to do so.
My friends and family are here and services too.
A boat comfortable to live on for the sailing season could then be where I want to sail. The traveling, which is a pain for a working person, isn't a problem if the boating trips are longer, much longer or open ended.
It does get harder to attend to the increasing medical problems out of season as you get older but that's life. All the more reason to make the best of it while you are fit enough to do so.
armchairsailor
Active member
My place will be up for sale in a few weeks time - 4 bed house with large modern extension, aga, 22 acres, stables, killer views, 1 mile up a track but 20 minutes to Port Edgar, 30 minutes to Edinburgh Airport.
And I'm not staying in this bloody country.
And I'm not staying in this bloody country.
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Racecruiser
Member
And I'm not staying in this bloody country.
What is so dreadful about this 'bloody country' then and do you mean Scotland or the UK oh, and where would you say is heaps better?
What is so dreadful about this 'bloody country' then and do you mean Scotland or the UK oh, and where would you say is heaps better?
aquaplane
Active member
And I'm not staying in this bloody country.
You see, you should live in Yorkshire, it's wonderfull. Well there are good roads out and the housing isn't as mental as some places.
ProDave
Well-known member
And I'm not staying in this bloody country.
What is so dreadful about this 'bloody country' then and do you mean Scotland or the UK oh, and where would you say is heaps better?
Perhaps he wants to get out before Scotland becomes independent?
Lakesailor
New member
Not very good at marketing, are you?And I'm not staying in this bloody country.
armchairsailor
Active member
I'm leaving for Canada - Vancouver area to be more precise.
I'm looking for somewhere that is better to bring up kids than a place where there's little respect for others, where children can get a decent education and where the whole educational culture is based on them having responsibility to learn and understanding that by failing they only hurt themselves, rather than saying it's not their fault, or the system's failed them.
Where the cult of the celebrity and social pornography pervade every aspect of the media and our veiw of the world - I mean who gives a flying f**k about Pippa Middleton or Jordan - what have they done for... well, anything apart from selling newspapers? And don't get me started on Mr Cowell and his ilk...
Where I'm not surrounded by obnoxious, borderline sociopathic neighbours who think I'm stealing their soil or who threaten my family and others with a pack of dogs or a gun when they try to use the track leading up past theri house into the woods (hang about, I'm not really selling my place here...).
Where I can get a full time job and actually support my family. Where fuel doesn't cost a small fortune. Where the counrty's not been brought to its knees by one government playing fast and loose and the next emulating the worst excesses of the Thatcher years...
I've no doubt that thing's won't be perfect, but it's worth a go.
I've heard there's supposed to be some pretty good sailing there too.
Anyway, chacun a son gout, as they say.
armchairsailor
Active member
Not very good at marketing, are you?
You think I'm bad, you should hear my wife!!
It's actually a real pity that I've become so jaded - we live in a fantastic place that we'll struggle to get an equivalent for out there, but we just don't feel like this is home any more.
xxyyzz
New member
He's stealing our soil!!!!
Athene V30
Active member
+1
My Mother keeps threatening to relocate from where she has lived for 79 years to be closer to us (200 miles away). I cannot comprehend why she would want to cut herself off and leave all her friends when at best she would see us at weekends, if we were not sailing!
Racecruiser
Member
Well best of luck Armchairsailor with what is a big life change.
I know not everything is perfect here but good old UK still works for me although we have a few tricky years ahead without doubt.
Sadly, I expect the Canadians have X Factor too!
I know not everything is perfect here but good old UK still works for me although we have a few tricky years ahead without doubt.
Sadly, I expect the Canadians have X Factor too!
DaveS
Well-known member
Some years ago the legendary Davie Glen had an old bus which he used as his art studio. He kept it heated with a wee stove that he fired with little pieces of peat, dug locally and dried by sticking them into a chicken wire fence. An English lad asked him what these objects hanging on the fence were, and the conversation went something like this:
"This son? This is part o the land o Scotland."
"But what are you going to do with it?"
"Ah'm gonnae burn it."
"Why?"
"So the basturd English canna get their haunds on it!"
armchairsailor
Active member
Hahaha! You couldnae make it up, I tell you. Yelling down the phone at me last week he was because I was stockpiling the soil excavated for a septic tank soakaway neatly in one place (on my drive) until we can backfill the hole. I quote: "What's he doin' wi' ma' fookin' soil?!" Cretin.
Thanks for the sentiment Racesailor - we're really getting stoked up about it now: landfall in 6 weeks, interview and hopefully working in northern BC for the summer. I'll be 1200km away from the family, but it pays overtime and gets all my permits in place, so a small price to pay for continuing in the same field I've been working in for the last 20 years.
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Ubergeekian
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